The last remaining astronaut watched helplessly as his comrades left the ship one by one and were carried away deeper into the nebula. He told himself that he would not succumb the way his shipmates had; he knew he would struggle. But the creatures, if they could even be called that, somehow seemed to know him, and when his turn came and the singing of the cosmos reached a crescendo in his ears, his mind emptied of all but the desire to join them in the void. Gazing into the creature’s face, he mused on how tender, how gentle its embrace seemed, and even as his oxygen supply dwindled he did not resist.

the creatures and story are superb, I love the gaseous nature of the beast! - if you don't mind a wee critique, the foreground details and deceased astronaut could be improved some, a great picture could be even greater.

I find interesting that the siren seems to be a man without a face and not a classic beautiful woman. Perhaps the creature tries to take a form its victims are comfortable with and it just can't get it completly right? Does it think it's taking a form of generic, normal "human"? Or is there something deeper going on in the victim's mind, like trying to reach somehow abstract perfect beauty?

Doesn't really matter, but the uncentranity of the creature's form gives it the right alien feel and the "voice" apears to be more important anyway.

Wonderful artwork, I love not only the colors, composition and so, but the idea itself and thinking behind it too.

Deep, I know that feeling. How is that power so strong to take hold of us and allow us to fall with no resistance. The knowledge of life to live for the moment, cause it could be your last. The freedom to love the moment's even when the impending reality of death is on us. The love is so deep we do not resist death. Death fuel's passion.